OCTANE E02 (104)


The titantron flickers on as we see a live broadcast from what appears to be a garage. There is a pile of tires piled up to make a seat. A few construction lights illuminate the room along with some high up windows. It almost looks like a repair shop. In view we see Vossler and his manager, Fox. Fox stands with his arms crossed while Vossler is seated on the near throne-like tire pile.
VOSSLER: ”Hello and welcome everybody! Octane 02 is jam-packed with nothing but action tonight, you’ve seen the card! You’ll be seeing the victors, the losers and others in action tonight. It’s exciting for me to be live-broadcasting off this little remote location and opening the show because I’d like to talk a bit about myself but before we do any of that… On behalf of everyone in 4 Corners, thank you for the amazing viewership for our first show. It created not just a new show, not just a new roster, but a new stage for talent to showcase themselves. Hi-action, hi-speed… Hi-octane.”
The crowd applaudes in the arena as Vossler continues speaking.
VOSSLER: ”A new stage for people like myself, for people like Amirai Reilley… and sadly for those like American Tommy. There are people who have worked hard to get to where they are. To get that recognition they worked so hard for. I am one of those people, ain’t that right Fox?”
Vossler’s manager quietly nods, his eyes locked on Vossler.
VOSSLER: ”Fox knows. You see… ever since l–“
Just as Vossler begins explaining, the sound of a vehicle crashing into the shutter door shocks everyone. Vossler is seen dashing back out of his chair and pushing Fox back as well as the camera turns to see a Black SUV ram through the gates of the garage, tearing the door off it’s hinges. It’s come to a halt momentarily but drives further into the garage for just a tiny bit of distance while the embers dance in the air. As the place quiets down, Fox speaks out to the camera crew with him.
FOX: ”Hey, turn it o–“
? ? ?: ”You ain’t turnin’ off shit, boy!”
A somewhat southern accent calls out from the SUV as 3 doors swing open, all but the driver’s seat. Fox steps back again. Two masked men emerge from the back seats that quickly step in the open gate left by the SUV crashing through it. Out of the passenger’s seat steps a man in a motorcycle jacket. He wears a dark, near SWAT looking pair of cargo pants with black boots underneath. His hair is a dark shade of brown in shoulder-length fashion. He almost looks like a biker if it weren’t for his rather lacking physique.
As soon as Vossler sees him, he sighs heavily and shakes his head, cussing to himself.
? ? ?: ”You… ain’t turnin’ off…. shit. How’ve you been, Phil? It’s been a year! You uh… haven’t forgotten about your ol’ pals have you? ‘cus don’t think for a second that we’ve forgotten… you. Y’know, the tricky thing about this whole live broadcast thing is that when you leave the arena so non-conspicuously with a camera crew like you did and head to a location not all that far from the arena, there’s a big chance you’ll be found by the people you just didn’t want to be found by. What, did you think that there was a chance we wouldn’t find you?”
The unnamed man laughs, casually stepping out in front of the car and leaning on the front of it. He picks a cigarette out of a container in his pocket and lights it with a matchstick.
? ? ?: ”Buddy… there’s no way in hell we would miss it. Tough luck, last week! Such a shame you couldn’t get the W. And that for your first official showing in front of the Octane crowd… tough luck. Speaking of first showings, allow me to introduce myself to those watching! ‘cus I’d hope for those two sorry sack of shits they didn’t turn off their equipment. Or you’d have a lot more to pay than you already do, Philly!”
The man bows to the camera.
LEO: ”The name is Angeleo. But call me Leo. Now, some of you might know Vossy-vos a little bit. But do you know he’s been a naughty boy? See, approximately 300 and 65 days ago… we sent this man a bill. He owes us a little payment. When we needed Vossy the most he skipped town on us… left us with a mess to clean and oh-boy are our maids expensive. Buuuuut… that was the first time. See, what he did the 365 days ago is… well. Phil took a tumble and got a boo-boo on his shoulder. Shelved for a while! So we sent a little incentive to him and the place he worked at.”
Fox clears his throat.
FOX: ”You blackmailed him.”
LEO: ”Oh, no no no… Noooo! It was more along the lines of an in-voice for our wonderful cleaning services! So guess what? A week after we sent our little letter… Vossler shows up. With his shoulder fucked harder than a whore on shore-leave, he went after two people. He went after me… and our boss. His boss. My boss. And until Vos pays our little bill… this person will remain his boss. But back to my story. See, I was out of town for a moment… and so Vos had only one target.”
Fox and Vossler’s heads hang low, with the latter sighing. He can’t stop Angeleo from speaking. Vos is more than aware they carry something to hurt every individual there in that SUV.
LEO: ”Our boss had to be put into a medically induced coma. A coma, ladies and gentlemen. The poor man is paralyzed from his legs down. Can’t move his right arm! Wheelchair bound for the rest of his short, short life. Soooo… Vos went away. He knew we’d go after him to have him pay the bill. But we couldn’t find him. Until now…”
VOSSLER: ”I had more than enough re–“
LEO: ”YOU DIDN’T HAVE SHIT BOY. You violated the code of the streets! You created the iceberg for the ship you’re commanding! Hell, if I was on my own I’d take the lead in our trunk and beat that skull of yours into ground meat! But y’know what our boss says? He tells me no. Have him pay. He’s had his revenge, but now he has to pay. And pay you will, boy. Pay you fucking will!”
Vossler offers no rebuttal to the words Angeleo offers who hasn’t taken a drag yet from his cigarette. It’s halfway burnt up, ash gathering next to his shoe. But the rage in him provides enough distraction.
VOSSLER: ”… Fine. Gimme the paper.”
Leo seems almost surprised by the compliant response. But without a word he turns around and has the window lowered. From inside, a paper is handed to Leo who steps to Vossler to hand him the paper. Fox gets closer to read along while Leo returns to the truck’s door appearing ready to leave. Vossler chuckles, causing Leo to stop.
VOSSLER: ”Hah. You added a digit.”
LEO: ”Consider it a mercy on you.”
FOX: ”This ain’t no goddamn mercy, L–“
LEO: ”Yeah? How’s Lenny, Jolon?”
Within an instant, Fox quiets down and sighs. He can’t say anything. He’s just as fucked as he is. And he’s more then aware of it. The masked men guarding the entrance begin entering the truck again while Angeleo takes one long drag from his cigarette that’s gone to waste and stomps it out on the floor.
LEO: ”Glad I didn’t need to put it out on your forehead like I usually do with you rats. The deadline is on the paper.”
VOSSLER: ”Wait, deadline!?”
FOX: ”What fuckin’ deadline!? You ain’t gonna put a deadline on that!”
The pair of Vossler and Fox seem shocked as the door slams shut on the SUV. From inside the window, Leo’s voice is heard once more as Vossler’s eyes hurry over the paper.
LEO: ”See you around, buddy!”
FOX: ”Wait up you motherf–“
The SUV creates more embers as it reverse out, dragging some of the grate with it before turning and driving off. Fox signals to the crew to turn the camera’s off as Vossler is seen distraught, his head leaning on the palm of his hand.
We cut to the next segment abruptly.


DRAKE: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
The guitar riff to “Blow Me Away” cues up on the venue’s speakers. Tornado walks out from behind the curtain and does several “chain-breaker” warm ups. Afterwards he bounds back and forth across the stage; encouraging the fans to cheer louder.
DRAKE: ”Coming to the ring from Metairie, Louisiana, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds… TORNADO DDEESSEENNCCAADDEENNAADDOO!!!”
Tornado then jogs down the ramp, slapping any offered hands. When he reaches the ring apron he rolls inside, pops to his feet, and does a couple of spins around the center of the ring with his arms outstretched. Finally, he takes his right fist and thumps the left side of his chest three times.
DRAKE: ”And the opponent!”
The lights of the building go dark, spawning thousands of cell phones to be brought out for lighting.
“Behold the King”

A guitar riff and Lemmy’s voice plays over the P.A. system.
“That King of Kings.”

A golden spotlight shines down on the empty entrance ramp.
“On your knees, dog.”

The riffs continue as a man in a glittering, golden robe enters the spotlight.
“All Hail.”

Dexter Severin stands in the golden spotlight. There is no expression on his bearded face he stands here, looking out over the crowd. As Motorhead’s “King of Kings” kicks off in earnest, Dex makes his way down the aisle, the golden spotlight keeping pace.
DRAKE: ”Coming to the ring from The Abyss, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, ‘The Endgame’… DEXTER SSEEVVEERRIINN!!!”
Upon getting to ringside, he pushes a random ring attendant out of their chair and takes it, along with the ring announcer’s microphone. He climbs into the ring, opens the chair and places it in the middle of the ring, and then sits backwards in it. “King of Kings” ends but the houselights stay off, the golden spotlight illuminating him.
TAYLOR: ”Starting things off for the evening, we have two new signees making their debuts right here on Octane!”
CAMPBELL: ”Dexter made a statement two weeks ago on the first episode of Octane. Now it’s time to see if he can back it up with his very first 4CW match.”
LAWSON: ”Tonight is a very important night for both men. You only get one first impression and this is their only chance to win their first match on Octane.”

Beginning of the Match: Off to a quick start, Dexter cornered Tornado against the ropes, leaving him nowhere to escape as he laid onto him with a heavy assault of lefts and rights to the body. Whipping him to the ropes, Dexter shook the entire ring as he planted him into the canvas with a spinning spinebuster on the return. Wearing down Tornado just minutes into the match, Dexter took advantage, not giving the larger man much to work with as he remained mostly on the defensive. After a Samoan drop in the center of the ring, Dexter attempted to end it early on but the pinfall resulted in a kickout just before the two count.
The momentum then shifted after Tornado escaped an attempted vertical suplex, landing on his feet behind Dexter as he slipped from his grip. With a few shots to the back of the head, Tornado had him right where he wanted, dazed and loose in the legs as he hit the ropes in front of him, coming back on the return with a running elbow shot to the face, laying him out flat on his back! Looking to take things aerial, Tornado climbed to the heavens before taking a leap from the corner and putting Dexter back down with a tornado DDT just as he stood back to his feet.
CAMPBELL: ”After a rough start, Tornado has turned things around.”
LAWSON: ”Dexter came straight out of the gate swinging. Things looked really bad for Tornado at the sound of the bell but all it takes is one mistake and the momentum can change in the blink of an eye.”
TAYLOR: ”Tornado clearly has the size advantage over Dexter. Sometimes that alone can be the deciding factor in an match.”
Middle of the Match: With Dexter back on his feet, Tornado hits him with a wheel kick, sending him stumbling backwards and crashing into the corner. Quickly rushing in, Tornado leaves him no chance for retaliation before bombarding him with a series of kicks and punches, hitting Dexter from all angles. Seeing stars, Dexter can barely hold himself up as both arms are stretched across the top ropes. Seeing the window of opportunity right before his eyes, Tornado backs to the center of the ring before charging in full speed and connecting with a discus double backhand chop.
Refusing to go down, Dexter manages to remain on his feet as he stumbles out of the corner. Racing in behind him, Tornado grabs him by the shoulder before spinning him around. Out of nowhere and out of the referees view, Dexter evens the odds with a thumb to Tornado’s eye. With the bigger man blinded in one eye, Dexter takes it a step further and hits the ropes behind him, coming back on the rebound and hitting him with a chop block behind the knee. As Tornado lies on his back, Dexter begins stomping on the same knee over and over, targeting the big mans base. Pulling him back to his feet, Dexter puts on a display of strength as he lifts Tornado over his head and slams him to the mat with a gorilla press slam!
LAWSON: ”Just when you think things are working in your favor, some asshole feels the need to jam his thumb into your eye!”
TAYLOR: ”Things were working in Tornado’s favor until Dexter decided to get dirty. The official didn’t see it though so I suppose it’s fair game.”
CAMPBELL: ”Fair game? Are you kidding me?! There’s nothing fair about illegal moves. It was a cheap tactic by Dexter!”
TAYLOR: ”Cheap… but effective.”
End of the Match: After the thumb to the eye earlier, Dexter hasn’t looked back since! On the rampage, he took the fight straight to Tornado’s front door step, slamming him across the entire ring like a ragdoll. After a quick one-two combination, Tornado falls backwards into the ropes before bouncing off and falling straight into Dexter’s arms. Lifting Tornado off his feet, Dexter drives him into the canvas with a belly to belly suplex, leaving Tornado motionless on his back. Making the cover, Dexter nearly ends it before the entire crowd erupts with a kickout just a split second before the three count!
Shocked, Dexter can’t believe what just happened. He then turns angry, yelling at the official as he rises to his feet, arguing the count. As Dexter argues the count, Tornado begins showing signs of life. Pushing himself up to one knee, Tornado shoots his attention to Dexter’s back. The crowd begins to stir, grabbing Dexter’s attention and giving him a heads up. Spinning around in place, Dexter then charges in as Tornado stands tall, going for the kill shot with his knockout specialty, the Tragikick! Catching Dexter’s foot in mid-air, Tornado counters the superkick and pulls Dexter in as he wraps him up and lifts him off his feet, dropping him back to the canvas with a swinging side slam.
The two quickly race back to their feet, Tornado standing first. Rushing in, Tornado pops a handstand, wrapping his legs around Dexter’s head as he stands and flipping him across the ring with a handstand takedown. Still refusing to stay down, Dexter pops back to his feet but a second too late as Tornado is already standing. Charging like a bull, Dexter goes for a desperation running clothesline, coming up short as Tornado ducks out of the way. Continuing in stride to the ropes, Dexter bounces off and into a kick to the gut from Tornado. Lifting Dexter off his feet and onto his shoulders, Tornado then begins spinning in circles with an airplane spin. After nearly a dozen rotations, Tornado then lifts Dexter off his shoulders and drops him across both knees with a gut buster!
TAYLOR: ”Oh no, there it is!”
LAWSON: ”He likes to call that little move the Vertigone.”
CAMPBELL: ”It fits, because Dexter is gone after that double knee gut buster!”
Rolling across Dexter and hooking the leg, Tornado rests against him with his back over his body as the official sweeps in beside them with the count.

“Blow Me Away” hits the speakers as Tornado rises to his feet. Stepping in beside him, the official lifts his arm into the air, official declaring him the winner in his Octane debut!

The cameras go to the backstage area. The frame falls upon Dex Russey. He’s decked out in his ring gear putting his “Big Game Booty Hunter” trucker hat on as he heads to the ring. However, he makes a quick detour and walks up on the big bald chief of security he introduced his boot to last Octane.
The guard looks like he’s ready to drop Dex with his big right hand. However, “The Big Hotdog” of pro wrestling simply put his hands up in front of the big guy.
RUSSEY: ”Chillax dude I come in peace Misterrrrr uhhhh…”
? ? ?: ”BRIGHAM!”
RUSSEY: ”Right… Brigham… Well look dude I’m sorry about all that bullshit the other time… I’m new here… Was just trying to have some fun… Trying to make a name yada-yada-yada… Truce?… We cool?”
Brigham looks warily at Dex still having his fist raised in an orthodox boxing stance. However, he slowly lets his hands fall to his sides. His face full of contempt softens slightly as the big guy rubs the back of his head, wincing a bit from the kick last time.
BRIGHAM: ”Alright…alright… Just make sure nothing like that happens again.”
RUSSEY: ”Right on man… Hey I was talking to some of the other security dudes and they said that you were a huge christian… Bible study meetings every Thursday… Deacon… Everything…”
BRIGHAM: ”No doubt about it Dex… I love the lord… I feel really bad now. I should have just prayed for forgiveness for you last time instead of kicking you out.”
RUSSEY: ”Riiiiight… Well you still can. I was actually looking for you man. I wanted to apologize… Check… And I also wanted to see if you could dial up a special prayer to the big man upstairs for me… I really need it for this match…”
BRIGHAM: ”Well Dex I don’t know. I don’t think God is a wrestling fan… And if he was I don’t think he’d do any favors for anyone of his children over the other.”
Brigham puts his hands on Dex’s shoulder. Russey hangs his head looking a bit defeated which prompts Brigham to clear his throat before offering a solution.
BRIGHAM: ”But you know Dex… What the heck let’s give it a try. There’s always room to pray. Plus I can pray that you don’t get hurt out there tonight.”
RUSSEY: ”You’d really do that for me man?”
Brigham only responds with a sincere nod.
RUSSEY: ”Alright then… Well I don’t want prayer time to get interrupted plus it’s loud back here… Hey there’s a broom closet we can pray in peace in… I’ll go ahead and get started while we go over there. Gotta hurry, match is coming up really soon.”
Brigham smiles and closes his eyes as he and Dex walk over to the broom closer with Russey starting the prayer off humming an old-timey negro spiritual.
RUSSEY: ”Dear. uhh… uhhh…”
RUSSEY: ”Yeah that’s right…. Dear God. I want to pray for this match coming up.
I want to pray that you make my muscles big and strong… I drank all my protein shake this morning lord… I want to pray that you grant me the agility of the mystical Cheetah… The sharpness of a jack rabbit… And the sex appeal of the might squirrel”.
BRIGHAM: ”Uhhh… Dex?”
RUSSEY: ”OH LAWDY LAWD LAWD MY GAWD! I wanna pray for your Irish… Potato-Eating… Cant Really Wrestle That Good… Butterface… Swipe Left-Looking…”
RUSSEY: … Facially challeneged… Can’t speak English like a normal person… IRA supporting daughter… That’s right Kaelan. I pray that you have her accidentally trip and break her neck in this match lawd… So that she can learn the error of her ways when she foolishly… idiotically… unwisely said that she could beat Dex Russey!”
As they get closer to the open broom closet, Dex opens his eyes and out of nowhere grabs Brigham by the neck and shoves him into the closet. Russey laughs as he locks the door trapping Brigham inside… The sounds of the security guard hollering and banging against the door can be heard As Dex steps away from the door.
RUSSEY: ”Ohhhh… God doesn’t like ugly man… But I think I have enough time to pray for you too… Dear Jesus Gonzales who live in the apartment above me… I wanna pray for my buddy Brigham right here…
I wanna pray because he FUCKED UP WHEN HE SAID GOD WASN’T A GRAPS FAN!… You stupid motherfucker… God looooooves wrestling…
And God is a Dex Russey mark… A-fucking-men!”
Dex smiles and walks out of the shot, no doubt heading to the entrance curtain for his match. The cameras are left looking at Brigham bang against the door trying to bust himself free, cursing Dex’s name the entire time.


The beginning beat to “Hang me High” begins to play as Kaelan Quinn appears from behind the curtain with a cheer to meet the ones coming from the crowd. She stands on the top of the ramp soaking up all the cheers before she begins to speed walk her way down the ramp. Slapping fans hands as she goes

DRAKE: ”Coming to the ring from Belfast, Northern Ireland, KAELAN QQUUIINNNN!!!”

Kaelan stops at the bottom of the ramp and bounces on her feet before taking off at a run to slide under the ropes. Sliding into the ring and rising up off her knees, flipping her long hair back as she does. Walking to the ropes to lean over them and throw her hands in the air to pose before hopping off as the music fades out and she begins to pace and stretch getting ready for the match.
TAYLOR: ”What a night this is for that young woman. Think about it. The last time we saw her in the United States she was working for Honor Wrestling. I’d say she’s stepped up a notch.”

LAWSON: ”Indeed, and maybe part of that preparation comes from spending a few matches in UKWF alongside her brother, Oliver.”

CAMPBELL: ”Would you two shut up and get ready for the most under appreciated man in all of wrestling to show up. Nobody gives a SHITE about Kaelan Quinn, Kaelan Price or whatever else the fuck her name is. 4CW Octane should be renamed 4CW Dexy.”

The opening guitar riffs of “Stranglehold” by The Nuge hits the sound system. The crowd gives an even reaction as the fog machine begins to get the entrance curtain smoky. A small laser show of polychromatic light bounces around the Cabarrus Arena.

“Here I come again now baby
Like a dog in heat
Tell it’s me by the clamor now baby
I like to tap the streets”

DRAKE: ”ANNNNNDDDD NOW! Walking his sweet ass down to the ring! From Jersey City… Having had a big brunch and weighing in at two-hundred and fifteen pounds of complete toughass… DEX RRUUSSSSEEYY!!!”

“Now I’ve been smoking for so long
You know I’m here to stay
Got you in a stranglehold baby
You best get out of the way”

Dex walks from the curtains and through the smoke. He turns his ballcap around with the bill facing the back of his head. He then rubs his hands together before cupping them around his mouth. He yells out a loud “OOOOOOOHHHHWEEEEEE!” Before trotting down to the ring and sliding in under the bottom rope. He quickly finds the closest turnbuckle and climbs to the top raising his fist high in the sky. He then hops down and hands it to the official before heading to his corner for the start of the match.


Beginning of the Match: As the bell sounded, Kaelan got the upper hand almost immediately by dodging a strike and then unloading with a series of knife edge chops to the chest of Dex Russey that backed him up into the corner. A number of boots to the abdomen worked Russey down to a seated position as Kaelan made a circle around the ring, picking up speed as she did so. When she finally made her way back around to Dex she connected on a stiff dropkick to the face that flattened him fully and sent him scrambling out of the ring trying to regain his composure early on in the match. Not wasting any time, Kae ran to the opposite ropes and rebounded, sprinting across the ring and leaping into the air, diving between the middle and top ropes, down to the outside where she crashed into Dex, smashing him into the barrier. Both competitors took their time after the high risk maneuver to recover from the damage inflicted as the referee began his ten count.

TAYLOR: ”Some early striking emphasized by landing a big high risk maneuver.”

LAWSON: ”I have to say I think Jimmy and Perry might have had their eye on something special when they signed Kaelan to a contract with Octane.”

CAMPBELL: ”Yeah, yeah Joe you think everyone is going to be a new star. How about Dex? Did you consider him? Hmmm. Not even after his win over a former Fate champion on the pre-show last week I bet.”

Middle of the Match: Russey managed to roll back into the ring and break the count from the referee, rolling back out and ducking under an attempted forearm from Kaelan. Russey would then Irish whip Kaelan into the steel ring steps nearby, much to the dismay of the fans. He would then return Kaelan to the ring, following her and blasting her with a number of successive strikes, wearing her down in spite of the fact that she was constantly pushing herself back up, trying to take the fight to Russey. Try as she might, though, Russey seems to be one step aside. One spot that seemed to please the fans was a belly to back release suplex that saw Kaelan land on her feet and throw a super kick in Russey’s direction when he turned, only to have him catch her, lift her up into the air and adjust her, before driving her down to the mat with a sit-out power bomb. Though he quickly went for the cover the referee only managed a two count before Kaelan kicked out forcefully.
TAYLOR: ”Colliding with those steel steps seems to have turned the match in Dexy’s favor.”

LAWSON: ”Even so he can’t keep Kaelan down!”

CAMPBELL: ”You really are the worst, Joe. Just because he hasn’t kept her down yet doesn’t mean he won’t.”
End of the Match: After kicking out of the painfully attempt Dex looked shocked that the match wasn’t over and complained to the referee. Kaelan, using the time to recover and get back to her feet, grabbed Dex from behind and hit GOING OUT IN STYLE, spinning after Dexy hit the mat to dive across him and cover him. Once more the referee slid in to count the pitfall attempt but at the last half second Dex managed to get his foot up on the bottom rope just before the three came down. Noticing it, the referee waved off the count even though the fans erupted like she had just won. A look of shock crossed Kaelan’s face, surely thinking she had put the match away, as she got back up to her feet and pulled Dexy up with her. Yet, as she did, Dex caught her off guard and pulled her down to the mat, rolling her up in a small package pinning predicament, pulling on her tights out of the referee’s sight for extra leverage. Not seeing the illegal maneuver, the referee counted the pinfall evenly and as the three landed, the crowd who had noticed the handful of tights Dex had grabbed booed him loudly.


TAYLOR: ”What an unfortunate way for Kaelan’s night to end after all the heart she showed in this matchup..”

LAWSON: ”She’ll bounce back. I guarantee you this isn’t the last we’ve seen of her on Octane.”

CAMPBELL: ”And while she’s bouncing back, Dexy adds another notch in his belt showing he should be a part of the Octane Championship tournament.”
DRAKE: ”Here is your winner by pinfall… DEX RRUUSSSSEEYY!!!”
As Kaelan is shown, frustrated on her knees in the ring, Dex slips back up the entrance ramp, raising his hands in the air victoriously as the show fades backstage.

We head to the backstage area where we are met with an ungodly zoom in on the partial drunken beetroot face of a man recently introduced to the world as the manager of Cecilworth Farthington, Dirk Dickwood. Dickwood has a grin the size of the of the circumference of the moon as he lifts to microphone to his moist, completely human lips. Cecilworth gently jogs behind him to amp himself up for the upcoming four way.
DICKWOOD: ”Ladies and gentleman, it is with a heavy heart I have to apologise for last week. You see, through some sort of what I can only assume to be a clerical error by that backstage researcher with the miniscule dong, I wasn’t really given the proper opportunity to introduce you all to the glory that is MAH BOY, Cecilworth Farthington.”
FARTHINGTON: ”Dirktrude, you are truly too much, why this kind of reception reminds me of when the blacks at my father’s estate…”
Dirk’s head snaps in the direction of Cecilworth in a manner so violently, his head could have possibly actually snapped off given the force.
DICKWOOD: ”C-Money… please don’t… y’know… say words out of your mouth hole, we’ve been through this before, haven’t we. What’s the motto of our little enterprise?”
Cecilworth hangs his head low in a hangdog manner. He mutters the motto into the chest.
FARTHINGTON: ”Cecilworth is an inbred moron who should never speak less he makes his father’s massive amounts of racism apparent.”
Dirk gently tussles his clients hair.
DICKWOOD: ”Thatta boy! Although I feel like we could make that motto snappier. Really do need to highlight what a horrendous racist your father is though… I’ll come up with something later. Don’t want to get distracted from tonight’s important business.”
Dirk clears his throat, straightens his tie and peers down the lens of the camera.
DICKWOOD: ”I just want to make something clear to this wonderful viewing audience of the vroom vroom Octane show. Four See Dubya has never, EVER seen a man like Cecilworth Farthington. I don’t dick around with the clients I select to take under my wing, if you’ll pardon the pun…”
Cecilworth blinks wildly for a few seconds.
DICKWOOD: ”Don’t let that dumb dumb brain of yours try and work out what I’m saying C-Money. You know it’ll only lead to another brain haemorrhage. Anyway, as I was saying before I was RUDELY interrupted…”
Dickwood gives Cecilworth the stink eye.
DICKWOOD: ”Many people want to talk about last week, they want to focus on the past, they want to point out Cecilworth is a big stupid idiot who is so uncoordinated that he tripped his arse right out of the ring and became known as “that idiot can’t win a bloody match because he’ll just fall out of the ring again”. We here at Dirk Dickwood’s Enterprises for a Better America and Better Future and also Better World or DEE DEE EE BEE EH BEE EFF BEE DUBYA for short, we like to focus on the future. As a future focused corporation, I would like to make one thing VERY VERY clear. My client, my friend, MAH BOY, he’s going to be the very first Octane Champion. Did he have a moment of weakness last week? Of course he did, we all do. He’s been out of the ring for 18 months, the lad needed his sea legs… and also whatever kind of leg it is you need not to fall out of the ring. HE HAS THOSE NOW. HE HAS LEGS OF FUCKING STEEL. He’s like Oscar god damn Pistorius without the whole murdering his wife.”
Cecilworth curls his upper lap and looks towards towards Dirk with same look of confusion that a puppy would give upon hearing a slide whistle for the first time.
DICKWOOD: ”Scrap the wife murder thing… he’s going to murder Vossler, he’s going to murder Felix and he’s going to murder the Prince of Darkness, assuming he isn’t already dead. It’s hard to tell with a Prince of Darkness if they’re dead or not. Saying the words Prince of Darkness several times certainly makes me die inside. Point being, MAH PRECIOUS MONSTER BOY, he gonna rip you all to shreds on his way to the Vroom Vroom Title.”
Dirk straightens his tie again.
DICKWOOD: ”I should make it clear at this point that by murder I mean “defeat”. Just for any future pending legal cases.”
The camera fades out as Dirk seems somehow proud of the words that came out of his word hole.

“Rock Box by Run DMC flares up and the crowd let’s off some cheers and some jeers. From behind the curtains Chanson Webster steps out with a big smile on his face. He stops, doing a three sixty and looks around the crowd before making his way down the stage. He gets to the ring and ask for a chair which is handed to him. Opening the chair up he places in the center of the ring before slowly bringing the microphone up to his lips.
WEBSTER: “I was walking down that aisle and I was asking myself why am I coming out here? What do I really wanna say?”
He paused.
WEBSTER: “And then it hit me… and I was like yeah brah I think that it’s in order so I what I wanna tell each and everyone of you…”
He held the microphone out and pointed it at the crowd before bringing it back to his lips.
WEBSTER: “Is thank you.”
Cheap pop.
WEBSTER: “Thank y’all because the very first episode of Octane was a success and it wouldn’t be like that if it wasn’t for y’all. The people that came out… the people that tuned in, it’s great to see cos I don’t wanna be the leader of a show nobody watches. The ratings were good, the entertainment was good. Everything ran smoothly and as Thee guy around here it’s my due diligence to show you guys the gratitude that you’re already showing.”
The crowd claps there hands while Chanson nods his head.
WEBSTER: “Because you know there are people back there who could care less. People back there who don’t know factuals. People back there… and I hate to say this, but people I don’t like.”
Chanson holds his hands up.
WEBSTER: ”Now hear me out… cos I know there are people back there, right behind those curtains who are eager to do what I wanna do, become what I will become and that’s your first ever Octane Champion. I’ve listened to what my opponents had to say and meeehhh.”
He shrugged his shoulders before continuing.
WEBSTER: “They don’t understand why I have to be hard on them, because if I don’t then we’ll never ever get to that status where we can say you know what…”

WEBSTER: ”That WE can put on better shows than Adrenaline. Cos…cos I know deep down everybody on that brand thinks the talent is better there. I could list guys right now and those guys are some of the best competitors in the world… and then I could list names from our roster here and people will be like who? Who is that? What have they done in their careers? And that won’t settle well with me and it shouldn’t either with you all backstage.”
Chanson turned his head slightly and looked into the camera that was on the side of him.
WEBSTER: “This is why I’m honored to be that guy who brings Octane to that level it’s sure to get to. It’s a goal and nobody back there wants to do that more than me. Yeah, they can say it but I don’t believe it. This is not Uprising. Swear I wasted time there, but that was just me trying to elevate my trend. I did that and that’s what got me here. Competing in front you Carolinians every other Friday night… Cos I can easily say nooo no I don’t wanna help bring a spotlight to Octane. I can…but I do and I’m determined to do that.”
Chanson puts the mic down and just looks out at the crowd for a moment
WEBSTER: “And a lot of that starts with this tourney where some have dropped but still has a chance. Where some has risen and hope to keep that rise going. Tonight, tonight you’ll see what some are really about cos we can talk all day but this very ring is where you’re suppose to make those words come true.”
Chanson stood up from the stool.
WEBSTER: “And tonight, tonight I have a tall task of making sure I keep advancing in this tournament to make sure someone like little miss Caroline doesn’t…or a Jeb Fisher…a Amiria Reilly. I promise you I won’t let the bad of this show take the honor of giving you all a champion that will honor you. There’s still more to go and if I do what I’m supposed to do then you all won’t have anything to worry about fam.”
Chanson holds his hand up.
WEBSTER: ”P.S… your leader.”
“Rock Box” by Run DMC begins to play again as the cameras fade out on Chanson still holding his fist up.

The room opens and American Tommy is standing in a room, but it’s not an ordinary room. In this room sits a desk and a chair in front of a backdrop of Hogwarts. American Tommy looks around and shakes his head in agreement with what he sees.
TOMMY: “I’m OK with this now, muggle. Understand that I better see some TV’s and something flashy for the next show!”
He turns back and looks at a female camera lady who is smiling at him. American Tommy looks away and then back at her.
TOMMY: “Why the fuck you smiling like that? This isn’t up to bar for a wizard yet. A lot of work still needs to be done before I can deliver the news properly.”
The camera lady laughs and points at Tommy.
LADY: “I know, Harry. We will get it done for the next show, but that’s not what I’m smiling about…”
American Tommy loses track of the conversation as a male staffer walks by and Tommy motions for him to come over. The man obliges and comes over towards the woman and Tommy. Tommy puts his hand on the guys shoulder.
TOMMY: “I’ve seen you around, mate. I need you to do something and ask no questions.”
The guy scratches his head and looks at American Tommy.
GUY: “OK, what do you need, Harry?”
American Tommy pulls out his phone and shoves it down his pants. You hear the click of a camera and he pulls it out and looks at the picture. He’s satisfied with the picture and hands the phone to the guy.
TOMMY: “I need you to take this picture and print it off.”
The guy looks at the picture and shakes his head and American Tommy lightly slaps him across the face.
TOMMY: “This is important! I need you to print this picture off and post it on the door of that fuck, Vossler! This needs to happen after his match, because he’s going to be demoralized losing another match and the first thing I want him to see is a picture of my dick. I think he’s gay and I want to boost his morale after his match. No suicides on my watch! One dick pic will save the day.”
The guy smiles and nods his head yes in agreement, which makes American Tommy smile and look back at the lady who is giving him a judging look.
TOMMY: “What? Did you want to see it? I can show you!”
American Tommy starts to unbuckle his pants, but the lady stops him.
LADY: “That’s OK, Harry.”
TOMMY: “It’s not a big deal. I will!”
Trying to change the subject the lady begins to speak again.
LADY: ”Nah, I’m smiling because you have a little pep in your step today. You got that date with Caroline tonight, don’t you?”
Tommy looks at her and shoots her a big grin.
TOMMY: “I do and I even bought her a gift. Check it out!”
American Tommy pulls out a heart shaped locket out of his pants and hands it to the lady. The examines it a bit and then opens it up revealing two pictures. She looks at the picture on the right and it’s a picture of Tommy smiling very handsomely. She then looks at the picture on the right. She closes her eyes and shakes her head no.
TOMMY: “I know, it’s great.”
She looks at American Tommy and raises her hands up with the palms up.
LADY: “What is this picture on the right, Harry?”
American Tommy bites his lower lip, closes his right eye and shakes his head up and down.
TOMMY: “It’s a picture of my dick. What else was I going to put there?”
LADY: “You can’t give this to her.”
Tommy brushes her off and starts walking towards his desk. He sits down and starts looking at the papers on it.
TOMMY: “The fuck I can’t! You just get behind that camera and record me giving the news. You know nothing! She is going to love it!”
LADY: “Um, well, we can’t shoot the news. We don’t have any film yet…”
American Tommy jumps out of his seat and throws the papers in the air. He slams his fist on the table, but then grabs it, because well…it hurt.
TOMMY: “What!”
The lady takes a step back and looks down at the floor.
LADY: “They gave us till Octane Three to get this done for you…”
Tommy puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head in disgust.
TOMMY: “Those fucks! They are fucking with me. I know it! Nothing but a bunch of fucking trolls!”
Tommy looks at the lady who is looking back at him.
TOMMY: “So what did you think?”
The lady scrunches her face and looks at Tommy.
LADY: “Of what?”
TOMMY: “My dick of course!”
The lady cracks a smile.
LADY: “Not bad.”
American Tommy is grinning from ear to ear he points at the lady.
TOMMY: “Eh. Eh! I told you she’s going to like this gift. I’m not dumb!”
American Tommy pulls the locket out and starts twirling it around his finger.
TOMMY: “Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants can go fuck themselves. Going to make a story of Sisterhood and the Traveling DICK! First Chapter, Caroline. You just get this ready for next week.”
American Tommy opens the locket and smiles at the pictures. He puts it in his pocket and walks out of the room leaving the lady just standing there.
LADY: “Oh, boy. I can’t wait to hear about this in two weeks’ time.”


DRAKE: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
Already in the ring, Christian Jones stands, awaiting the entrance of his opponents.
DRAKE: ”Standing in the ring at this time, CHRISTIAN JJOONNEESS!!!”
Lights go out as “Heathens” by Twenty-one Pilots plays throughout the arena. The crowd cheers as they pull out their phones and start waving them in a up and down motion rocking out like they are at a concert. At the forty-two second mark there is a loud explosion. The lights come back on as the crowd continues to rock out.
DRAKE: ”Making his way to the ring, standing six feet, four inches tall and weighing in at two hundred forty-five pounds, ‘The Average Man’, JOHN GGAABBRRIIEELL!!!”
John Walks out from behind the curtain rocking out with the crowd as his music plays. John makes his way to the ring walking back and forth between each side of the aisle the fans are sitting on. Leaning against the barricade with his back a group of fans and John start head banging. Making it down to the ring John slides under the bottom rope and gets to his feet. Stands up and continues to rock out with the crowd until his music stops.
Immediately the lights cut off in the arena and static hits over “Supposed to Be” by Icon For Hire’s intro before the song opens up. Smoke fills the arena as a bright yellow light hits a bed that raises with Zion strapped to it. As the first verse of the song opens up, Zion breaks the straps off and begins twirling around with a mask on his face. He slowly walks down the ramp looking psychotic to the fans in the arena.
DRAKE: ”Coming to the ring, weighing two hundred and forty pounds… ZZIIOONN!!!”
As he makes it up to the ring, he slides in and crawls around before removing the mask with a sadistic smile on his face, laughing hysterically. He leaps up before grabbing his face and shaking the ropes as he awaits his opponent.

As the second verse was said the lights came on and Keegan Ryan is standing on the entrance ramp which gave the crowds a real heated reaction as Keegan just shrugged his shoulder and walked down the ramp.
“You can cut me, knife me, shoot me, jab me carve me up and stab me but you’ll never defeat me,
You can shoot me, blast me, gun me down, try to put me underground you’ll never defeat me,
I’ve got an army on my back and if we’re under attack you better be fucking ready,
Undeniable unity in the metal community and we’re coming to bury”

DRAKE: ”Coming to the ring from Santa Fe, New Mexico! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds! He is ‘The New Mexico Madman’… KEEGAN RRYYAANN!!!”
He continued on down the ramp as he stopped to look at the fan who is giving him hell. He flipped that fan off as he gave a big smirk as he walked off from that fan.
“Fuck peace and quiet, let’s start a riot
Psycho or psychotic, let’s start a riot
Fuck peace be violent, let’s start a riot
Psycho or psychotic, get nuts and start a riot”

He walked up the steel stairs he went through the second rope. He walked over to the left turnbuckle as he stands there soaking in all the booing the crowds are giving him as he waits on.
LAWSON: ”Up next, we have our first of three fatal four ways for the people who were not fortunate enough to leave Octane two weeks ago with a victory.”
TAYLOR: ”This is a single elimination tournament. The pressure is surely on for those four in the ring but only one will leave here tonight and advance in the tournament to crown our first ever Octane Champion!”
CAMPBELL: ”The heat is turned on! If the first round wasn’t bad enough, tonight’s round weigh heavily for those who do not advance. There’s no more second chances after tonight.”

Beginning of the Match: At the sound of the bell, the two largest men in the ring head straight for one another. Locking up, Gabriel and Jones test each others strength, going back and forth as they push each other across the ring and then back to the other side. Popping his knee up, Gabriel pulls Jones into it, driving it into his gut and forcing him to buckle over. Reaching for the sky, Gabriel then swings down with all of his might, hitting Jones over the back with a forearm strike that knocks the big man down to one knee. Locking onto his head with both hands, Gabriel wears Jones’ face out, attempting to cave it in with repeated knees to the face.
Across the ring, Ryan and Zion go back and forth, exchanging lefts and rights before locking up as well. Locking onto Ryan’s wrist, Zion spins behind him, pulling his arm behind him and wrapping it around his own waist. With his free hand, Ryan throws his arm back, smashing Zion’s face with it and forcing him to release hold of his wrist. Spinning around, Keegan leaves his midsection exposed as Zion kicks his foot up and delivers a kick across the ribs. Pulling Keegan’s head down, Zion flips him over his side and slams him back down to the mat.
Still on the attack, Gabriel pounds onto Jones with heavy lefts and rights. After a few moments, Jones finally catches a break as Gabriel misses, giving him one shot and one shot only to turn the tide. Following a forearm smash to the face, Jones pulls Gabriel in and lifts him off his feet, slamming him down to the mat with a T-bone suplex. Mounting himself on top of Gabriel, Jones returns the favor and begins swinging down with both fists, beating Gabriel’s face into mush.
Taking things to the skies, Zion misses a diving headbutt attempt from the top rope. Given how he’s been acting lately, the blow to the head could actually do him some good and knock whatever it is that’s loose back to normal. Nonetheless, Ryan seizes the moment and shifts the momentum with a series of snap suplexes followed up with an Alabama slam that level’s Zion.
LAWSON: ”Things are off to a pretty even start with the pairings we have thus far.”
CAMPBELL: ”Of course, John and Christian feel the need to go for one another at the start. Being the two largest in the ring, it’s important for one to establish just who is in fact the alpha in the lineup.”
TAYLOR: ”I don’t know if you were paying attention two weeks ago or not but I thought it was pretty clear that there would be NO alpha bullshit here on Octane.”
CAMPBELL: ”We weren’t talking about that alpha!”
Middle of the Match: With Gabriel down and out of the picture for the time being, Jones took it upon himself to step in between Zion and Ryan as they went at it across the ring. Showing off his true strength, Jones grabbed onto both of their necks, one in each hand, and lifted the two off of their feet before spiking them into the canvas with a double chokeslam! Given his social media annoyance, Jones quickly turned his full focus onto Zion, jerking him up from the mat and throwing him feet across the ring and crashing back first into the corner. Charging in full speed, Jones nearly decapitated Zion shortly after with a running big boot to the face!
With Jones occupied with Zion, Ryan and Gabriel slowly climbed back to their feet. Lunging in for Ryan, Gabriel came up empty handed as Ryan side stepped him and followed up with a stiff shot to the kidney. Turning around blindly, Gabriel walked right into a European uppercut from Ryan, ringing his bell and knocking him back into the ropes. Shortly after, the two found themselves on the outside of the ring as Ryan flipped the big man up and over the top rope with a running clothesline.
As Ryan and Gabriel destroyed the ringside area, Zion shocked the entire crowd watching as he hit a springboard off the ropes which led to a Lou Thez Press directly after. Grabbing onto Jones’ shoulders, Zion was able to hold them in place as he began delivering back to back headbutts, hurting himself in the process but Jones’ even more. Pulling him head back as far as he could, Zion then slammed it forward, hitting Jones’ with a headbutt so hard it laid both men out. As Zion laid across Jones motionless, the official dropped in with the count but just after the two, Jones’ was able to kick out!
TAYLOR: ”I believe that headbutt from Zion hurt him more than it did Christian!”
LAWSON: ”I think so too. It nearly knocked him unconscious and to his fortune, set him up for a pin attempt.”
CAMPBELL: ”What fortune? Jones kicked out!”
LAWSON: ”Had he not, it would have been the luckiest win I would have ever witnessed.”
TAYLOR: ”Oh! Ryan rolls Gabriel back into the ring!”
Standing on the apron, Ryan waited patiently as Gabriel slowly climbed back to his feet. Once he did, He pulled himself up to the top rope before bouncing off and flying through the air towards him. Catching Ryan in mid-air, Gabriel then took off running a few steps before driving Ryan into the mat with a powerslam! Making the cover, he went for the pin but didn’t get far into it before Zion broke it up in his flee from Jones chasing behind him. Before he could get back to his feet, Jones jerks Zion off of Gabriel’s back and quickly spun him around before clocking him with a vicious right to the chops. Wrapping his hand around the back of Zion’s head, Jones then walked him towards the ropes before throwing him forward. As Zion hit the ropes, he flipped up and over the top before crashing hard to the outside floor. Charging behind him, Gabriel rushed across the ring but in the niche of time, Jones turned around to see what was coming his way. As Gabriel closed in, Jones ducked down and as the two made contact, Jones then stood tall, lifting Gabriel off his feet and lifting him over his head and the ropes just inches behind him. Smacking the apron, Gabriel then bounced off and fell the rest of the way down, landing on top of Zion. In the ring as the only man standing, Jones quickly made his move. Pulling Keegan up from the mat, he then lifted him onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry before walking him to the nearest corner. With no one around to stop him, Jones then demolished Keegan with his Regicide, a Death Valley Driver in the corner!
CAMPBELL: ”Regicide and it’s lights out for Keegan!”
TAYLOR: ”That move by itself is enough to finish someone off. Using the corner is just overkill at this point.”
Dragging Keegan away from the ropes, Jones the makes the cover as the official drops in beside them with the count.

“Fear Nothing” hits the speakers as Jones rises to his feet, shortly joined by the official who lifts his arm into the air for the victory.
DRAKE: ”Here is your winner, CHRISTIAN JJOONNEESS!!!”
Ripping his arm away from the official, Jones surveys the damage both in and out of the ring before a cocky grins emerges across his face.
LAWSON: ”Well there you have it! Christian Jones is still in this thing as he will advance to the following round in two weeks.”

Backstage, the cameras cut over to where Caroline O’Hara Burchill and her agent Amy Scottsfiern could be seen. Standing beside the two woman would be Gabriel Hartman with a mic in his hand as he looks back at the cameras, although he seems to be a bit nervous as he presents himself and his guests to the 4CW viewers.
HARTMAN: ”Good evening ladies and gentlemen. My name is Gabriel Hartman and I am joined here by Caroline O’Hara Burchill, a woman who will be competing in the main event tonight for a chance to make it to the finals of the Octane Championship Tournament…”
Hartman briefly glances over at Caroline, who snarls in his direction.
HARTMAN: ”…And, um, her agent Amy Scottsfiern.”
Being the more polite one of the two, Amy simply nods and smiles at Hartman. Caroline, noticing this, rolls her eyes and lets out an irritated sigh.
BURCHILL: ”Just hurry up with this thing. I’ve got a match to prepare for and I’m sure you want to hurry home to make sure no one to steal that bum ass suitcase that you live out of.”
Burchill laughs, prompting both Hartman and Scottsfiern to frown at her. However, Gabriel continues on with his job and proceeds to conduct the interview.
HARTMAN: ”Alright then. Well, you’ve certainly been one of the more talked about wrestlers here in Octane since signing to compete for the brand… whether if that can be considered good or bad. You’ve been getting into Twitter spats with some of the talents, both Octane and Adrenaline alike. You claim that you want to ’embarrass’ everyone in 4CW, so it only makes sense for me to ask you… why exactly do you want to do that?”
Unamused by the question, Caroline arches a brow.
BURCHILL: ”Are you serious right now?”
HARTMAN: ”It’s a genuine question. Besides, you keep talking about that being the main focus for why you signed with Octane. A lot of people would like to know what you mean by that.”
BURCHILL: ”I mean, it’s a pretty fucking stupid question to ask, but whatever. I’ve been noticing how a good majority of these 4CW folks like to think highly of themselves and believe that no one can touch them. In all honesty, I’ve never seen such a delusional group of idiots before like that in my entire life. So, for months I’ve been paying attention to this place and I’ve been waiting for the right time for me to come here and make all of you morons look like my bitches.”
Caroline smiles widely as she continues on.
BURCHILL: ”After all, it would be nice to have the satisfactory feeling of shutting everyone up and proving that the people here aren’t these untouchable people. I for one think that I am by far that any other wrestler here, and I want to show that. Might as well do that while being part of a promotion that everyone continues to talk about.”
Amy sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose as Hartman blinks in confusion.
HARTMAN: ”Okay then… that actually doesn’t really make a lot of sense then since you also refer to yourself as being the only person that can truly carry Octane. Seems weird that you want to lead this place but also embarrass it-“
BURCHILL: ”Excuse you?”
Caroline glares at Hartman, and that immediately shuts him up as he struggles to piece together his words.
HARTMAN: ”Well, u-um, nevermind! We can move on from t-that.”
HARTMAN: ”Another main talking point that people like to the personal feud between you and Lauryn Wolfe, another member of 4CW. Some 4CW fans remember the news that made headlines about the two of you getting arrested after a having a physical confrontation back in December. The two of you continue to insult each other since the incident and the commentators even pointed out last Octane that maybe you’re a bit too focused on the bad blood circulating between you two. Is it true that you worry too much about Wolfe?”
Upon asking that question, Caroline stares dumbfoundedly at Hartman for a few seconds. Sensing a possible explosion from the Aussie, Hartman gulps nervously as he waits for Caroline to answer. However, instead of cursing the interviewer out, Burchill simply shakes her head and laughs.
BURCHILL: ”You… are absolutely fucking pathetic.”
With a scoff, Caroline completely disregards the question and walks off. Hartman, completely confused, looks at Amy, who simply shrugs her shoulders and gets a bit closer to speak to him.
HARTMAN: ”Did I unintentionally trigger her or something?”
SCOTTSFIERN: ”No, don’t worry about it. Caroline is just being Caroline. It’s nothing against you. However, if you and the 4CW faithful really want a concrete answer, I’ll just say this… Caroline is not concerned with Lauryn Wolfe by any means. She is solely concentrating on her career and she won’t let a petty issue like that get in her way.”
Giving Hartman a reassuring nod, Amy would also leave to catch up with her client. Hartman, however, still has a dumb look on his face as he looks back at the cameras.
HARTMAN: ”We weren’t even finished with the interview, but I guess there’s that. Nothing else I can do.”
He then looks down and thinks to himself out loud, frowning.
HARTMAN: ”…And why do people always have to make fun for me for not having a home?”
He sighs as the camera crew redirects the viewers to the next match starting up.


DRAKE: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
The lights go out in the arena as “Insanity Syndrome” by The Enigma TNG starts to play. The entrance area is filled with fog and lit with purple lights. As the guitars kick in Daniel Corvin walks through the fog. He stands at the entrance looking down to the ring.
DRAKE: ”Coming to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles California, weighing in at Two Hundred and Thirty Seven pounds. He is ‘The Prince of Darkness’, DANIEL CCOORRVVIINN!!!”
He throws his arms out in a release the doves pose as the crowd starts to boo him. He smirks and the heads to the ring. He ignores the crowd and heads right to the ring. He climbs the steps and enters the ring. He goes to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs onto the second one and once again throws his arms out accepting the crowds negative reaction. He jumps down to the mat spinning to face the ref and awaits the start of the match.
The lights cut to complete darkness except for two red lights shining on either side of the entrance way…
“Just lay your head in daddy’s lap, you’re a bad girl.”

The sharply upbeat drum beat kicks in, revving up the 4CW fans as they scramble to their feet. A generous mix of cheers and boo’s erupt from the crowd, her cult following screaming out. Felix Hartley energetically pops out onto the ramp, a confident smile stretching ear to ear as she extends her arms out to her sides.
“Hey, hey
I’ll let you walk all over me, me
You know that I’m a little tease, tease
But I want it pretty please, please
You know, you know, you know I’m crazy
I just want to be your baby
You can fuck me, you can play me
You can love me, you can hate me”

Felix, making her way, loose and comfortable with that cocky grin, mouths the sultry lyrics with a lick of her lips right into the camera as she walks down the ramp, approaching ringside.
DRAKE: ”Making her way to the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada . . . ASS . . .CLASS . . . AND SASS. . . FELIX HHAARRTTLLEEYY!!!”
“Choke me because I said so
Stroke me and feed my ego
I’ve been a bad girl, don’t you know”

Right at the start of the chorus, Felix hops up to the apron on her knees, viciously swinging her hair back before sliding forward, back arched, and sliding under the bottom rope of the ring
“Come get it now or never
I’ll let you do whatever
I’ll be your bad girl, here we go”

Felix walks over to the middle of the ropes, leaning over them slightly to wink into the camera. She backs up into her corner, relaxed with her arms hanging limp over both sides of the ropes.
“When The Going Gets Tough” by Billy Ocean BOOMS over the speaker system as out from the back, with a ten mile grin, bounds Cecilworth Farthington. Not long behind Farthington is the manager of the aristocratic, Dirk Dickwood. As Farthington stands atop the entranceway, The Manager of Champions, Dirk Dickwood presents his client to a crowd not exactly pleased to see either man.
DICKWOOD: ”Let me show you how to introduce a talent in the PROPER WAY. Introducing first, hailing from Buckinghamshire, England, and standing at SIX FOOT THREE INCHES and weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds… HE IS ‘GOD’S GIFT TO THE PROFESSION’… ‘THE FANCY MAN’, ‘MAH BOY’, ‘MAH MAN’, HE IS CECILWORTH FFAARRTTHHIINNGGTTOONN!!!”
The crowd reacts in some manner, WHO KNOWS WHAT THEY DO, as Cecilworth leans up against the turnbuckle, giving the crowd a big ole V for Victory, which is very Churchillian.
The heavy pounding electronical sounds of “Tears” by HEALTH sound over the PA system as Vossler wastes little time to march down to the ring, his head covered by the hood of his jacket.
DRAKE: ”And hailing from London, England. Weighing in at two hundred and nine pounds! VVOOSSSSLLEERR!!!”
Vossler climbs into the ring and with a spin, takes off his jacket, sits down in the center as it falls to the ground and stares dead-pan into the camera with a smirk. His neatly calm composure is almost intimidating.
CAMPBELL: ”We already have one of the redemption rounds in the books, now it’s on to the second!”
LAWSON: ”All four of these folks barely came up short just two weeks ago. If I were forced to pick who I think would take this one, I would be speechless. I just don’t know who to pick!”
TAYLOR: ”We haven’t heard much from everyone involved in this match over the recent weeks. Vossler and Cecilworth have voiced their opinions but Felix and Daniel have been a tad bit quiet.”
CAMPBELL: ”Trash talking is a big part of this sport but when it comes down to it, the only thing that matters is what happens inside of those ropes.”
TAYLOR: ”I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

Beginning of the Match: With the pedal to the metal, this match was launched into high gear as all four wrestlers burst from their corners, colliding in the center of the ring with a fury of punches from everywhere! In the cluster of chaos, we didn’t see much wrestling from the start, just a fight for control and overall survival from the six other hands flying in each persons direction. Breaking away from the pack, Vossler was able to pull Daniel to the side, quickly putting him down to the mat with an STO. Just as you would think the match would break off into two separate pairs, Cecil and Felix quickly turned their attention away from one another, attacking Vossler from behind before he could get back to his feet. Back and forth, Cecil and Felix took turns striking Vossler before Cecil kicked things up a notch and swept in behind him, lifting him off his feet and driving him into the mat with a German suplex. At that moment, the match finally did have the competitors break off into two separate pairs as those two remained on the mat fighting for ground and Felix turned to Corvin, taking advantage of him being down and making sure it remained as such.
TAYLOR: ”Right from the start these four are looking to end one another early!”
CAMPBELL: ”These matches have a tendency to go on for long periods of times, mostly ended by a surprise pinfall out of nowhere when you least expect it.”
LAWSON: ”Don’t forget, whoever advances will remain in the tournament. So if someone can score a quick win here tonight, why not go for it?”
CAMPBELL: ”With the level of talent 4CW was able to sign to Octane from the start, I highly doubt we’re going to see a quick win where someone sweeps in unnoticed and steals the match out from under someone.”
Middle of the Match: Showing off his skills, Cecil played to the crowd before lifting Vossler into the air with a stalling vertical suplex. Stalling just a second too long, Cecil left an opening for Vossler to slip from his hold, dropping back to his feet and taking him down to the canvas with a belly to back suplex. Across from them, Daniel charged towards Felix as she stood in the corner looking fine as ever. Quick on her feet, she side stepped him as he lunged at her, taking him face first down into the turnbuckle with a drop toe hold. Instantly, the noise level in the arena grew as she stood back to her feet. Soaking in the love from the crowd, she then climbed the corner, playing to the crowd some as the roof was nearly blown off the Cabarrus Arena. Jumping down, she stomped onto Corvin’s chest only to then get attacked from behind as Vossler snuck in with an elbow to the back of her head. Wrapping her around the waist, Vossler then lifted her off her feet for a German suplex but once she reached her highest point, Felix was able to slip from his arms as she rolled completely over and landed her feet to the mat. As Vossler hit the mat empty handed, Felix was taken from behind once more, this time as Cecil pulled her backwards and across his knee with a backbreaker variation.
LAWSON: ”That’s the worst part about these types of matches. Just when you get the upper hand on someone, one of the other people involved gets an attack in from behind that brings your momentum to a halt.”
TAYLOR: ”No single person has been able to really show any sort of dominance in this match. Just as someone gets something going, it’s quickly ended by another not even on their radar at the moment.”
CAMPBELL: ”This entire tournament for the Octane Championship is going to be one huge scrap to see who can prevail over the other fifteen that were entered. It isn’t going to be easy by any means, but will be worth it in the end when a champion is crowned.”
TAYLOR: ”It’s been Fatal Four Way city for 4CW ever since South Beach Brawl at the end of April.”
End of the Match: In the final moments, the match finally seemed to somewhat find it’s way to a controlled state. With two pairs on opposite sides of the ring, the madness was no more. On one side, Cecil and Vossler went head to head, exchanging back and forth with a series of chain wrestling. Neither man was staying down, both refusing to let the other take the advantage. As one would get flipped over to their back, the other would find themselves quickly on theirs as they attempted their next move. Across from them, Felix had Corvin on his toes in the corner, lighting him up with kicks and slaps. As he barely held himself up with the ropes, Felix backed up to the center of the ring before charging in full speed. Closing in, she went for his head with an enzuigiri. Ducking out of the way, Covrin then stood straight up, lifting Felix up and over his head and then the top rope. Grabbing onto the top rope, she was able to pull herself down to the apron but not without taking herself out of action as her shoulder slammed to the canvas. Back to the other side, Vossler was found at the top of the corner with Cecil charging in his direction down below. Leaping from the corner, Vossler wiped Cecil out with a diving big boot from above! Just as his feet settle, Corvin then charges straight for him. Taking a swing with a haymaker, Corvin misses as Vossler drops backwards and down to the mat with his back against it. Kicking both feet up, he plants them both into Corvin’s stomach, knocking the wind from his lungs before popping back to his feet. With Corvin unable to defend himself, Vossler then finishes him off with a Tiger Driver ’98!
LAWSON: ”Vossler strikes!”
CAMPBELL: ”He just laid out Daniel with the Waxed Wings!”
TAYLOR: ”Corvin is down! Cecil is down! Felix is down on the apron! Vossler can end it right here!”
LAWSON: ”And that’s what he’s doing! There’s the cover over Daniel!”
With no one around to break up the attempt, Vossler quickly covers Corvin and hooks the leg as the official sweeps in beside them with the count.

CAMPBELL: ”Vossler wins it! He’s going to advance to the next stage!”
Rising to his feet, Vossler looks over the crowd as “Tears” hits the speakers throughout the entire arena. The official then steps in beside him and raises his arm as Vossler raises his other in unison, celebrating his victory here tonight.
DRAKE: ”Here is your winner… VVOOSSSSLLEERR!!!”

As the cameras pick up backstage they immediately pick up on a disgruntled Brent Berstin who’s walking down the halls at a rapid pace. Once he comes to a halt the cameras swing to the door he’s standing in front of. The nameplate on the door reading James Walker. Brent knocks on the door awaiting an answer.
BERSTIN: ”Motherfucker better be in there.
He folds his arms together just staring at the door.
BERSTIN: ”I know he’s in there too.”
Brent knocks on the door once more.
BERSTIN: ”JAMES WALKER, where the hell are you? We need to talk and we need to talk right now.”
Coming from around the corner Chanson Webster reaches out and places his hand on Brent’s shoulder. Brent turns around startled only to realize it’s Chanson.
BERSTIN: ”What a surprise. You here to stop me from getting your Octane contract terminated?”
WEBSTER: ”Terminated? B-Money you gotta be joking right? I know you’re not mad that I’m doing business by myself. I’ve turned into my own investments. I am going to be this brand. You gotta deal with that.”
BERSTIN: ”No you’re not. Like I said last show, you’re still mines and you need to do what I tell you to.”
Chanson rolls his eyes.
WEBSTER: ”Whatever man.”
Chanson steps up closer to Brent. Their faces only inches away from each other.
WEBSTER: ”Don’t do anything that’ll get you hurt.”
Chanson stares in Brent’s eyes before walking away. Brent smiles before turning around and bamming on James’ door once.
BERSTIN: ”Open up.”
The scene begins to fade as Brent continues to knock.

The cameras pan backstage to see Bryan Laughlin walking down the hallway, heading towards the ring. He comes to a point where the hallways split and that’s when Kaelan slides into the shot taking Bryan’s arm.
QUINN: “OI! There you are. Remember that thing I had to talk to you about.”
LAUGHLIN: “I do. I’m on my way to the ring for my match at the moment.”
She smiled sweetly at Bryan and grabbed his home with both of her hands, looping it around and slowly starting to pull him down the hallway.
QUINN: “It won’t take long I promise, and I worked really hard on this for you.”
She didn’t have to drag him far before her smile seemed to relax him and he just followed along as Kaelan opened a door to a pitch black room and pulled Laughlin in letting him go and disappearing from the cameras view. It took a few moments but the room illuminated with a scene of horror and yet seemed to be a bit silly. Two dummies hung from nooses that were taped to the ceiling and when the camera got closer the faces of Johnny Evil and Adrian Tanner Jr. were taped on. Kaelan cleared her throat as she picked up what appeared to be a knife as Laughlin smirked and crossed his arms over his chest just watching the scene.
QUINN: “I know how these two like to HANG out, but I really want to take a STAB…”
As Kaelan said the word she stabbed both dummies numerous times, as blood started gushing from the stab wounds she continued.
QUINN: “…. At taking their gold.”
Kaelan rubbed her hands in the blood of both the dummies and walked over to Laughlin.
QUINN: “I think it would be BLOODY brilliant…”
She placed her blood soaked hands on his face and sliding them down his throat and chest. Leaving him blood soaked.
QUINN: “If you would be my Tag Team Partner for Bad Company, and we can KNOCK OUT…”

Kaelan turned around and roundhouse kicked both the dummies, they detached from the ceiling and fell in a heap on the floor.

QUINN: “…The competiton.”

Her performance was over and her hands were still blood soaked as she took a step back extending her arms out and wiggling her fingers like spirit fingers with a big grin on her face waiting for his response.

LAUGHLIN: “You obviously worked really hard on this. What kind of Batman would I be if I didn’t team with my Batgirl.”

Kaelan practically squealed in excitement as she hugged Laughlin tightly. Loosening her grip and grinning up at him.

QUINN: “By the way, Jett is Robin.”
Laughlin nodded his head as the two headed out of the room, leaving the mess that Kaelan had created to be panned over by the camera.


DRAKE: ”Standing in the ring at this time, CHRISTIAN CCAAIINN!!!”
Christian Cain stands in the ring already as the hard rockin’ guitar and drum riff of Halestorm’s cover of “Out ta Get Me” kicks off through the speakers as the stage lights start to strobe green and white in tune with the music. A four-leaf clover begins to appear on the video screens, like someone burning it into the video with a torch.
“Been hidin’ out
And layin’ low
It’s nothing new ta me!
Well you can always find a place to go
If you can keep your sanity!”

The clover etching finishes and the screen burns white, replaced by the words

The sound of shattering glass is heard through the arena as Grace Kerr rushes onto the stage like a mad dog, headbanging to the music and bouncing around like a crazy person
“They break down the doors
And they rape my rights but
They won’t touch meeeee!
They scream and yell
And fight all night
You can tell meeeeee!
I lose my head
I close my eyes
They won’t touch meeee!”

Grace makes her way over to one side of the stage throwing her arm up high into the air, pumping it along with the music and the cheers to hype the crowd up.
“‘Cause I got somethin’
I been buildin’ up inside
For so fuckin’ looooooong!”

She does the same on the other side of the stage, throwing up the ‘devil horns’ every once in awhile getting more and more into the music.
“They’re out ta get meeeee!
They won’t catch meeeee!
I’m fuckin’ innocent
They won’t break me”

DRAKE: ”Coming to the ring, she hails from Cape Clear, Ireland! She is the ‘Irish Devil’ GRACE KKEERRRR!!!”
She makes her way back to the center of the stage where she does a spastic spin around and around before coming to a stop facing the stage she throws her arms up in one fluid motion and green and white pyro explodes from the top the stage. Then she turns and bolts down the ramp to the ring, sliding in and throwing off her jacket before she impatiently waits in her corner for the ring bell.
“Best Song Ever” by One Direction blares from the arena speakers as the crowd jumps to their feet in excitement. Gold and Crimson lights flash around the arena and Golden Snitches drop from the ceiling. American Tommy makes his way through the curtain and stands in the middle of the ramp smiling. He waves to the crowd. As he makes his way down to the ring he pulls on the bottom of his shirt so everybody pays attention to it.
DRAKE: ”Standing five feet, eleven inches tall and weighing in at one hundred seventy-five pounds. He hails from the Windy City, Chicago, IL! AMERICAN TTOOMMMMYY!!!”
American Tommy stops dead in his tracks with a look of disgust on his face. Looking at Drake he begins pointing and yelling. He walks over to the side of the ramp and grabs a microphone from 4CW personnel. His music stops as he walks to the center again.
TOMMY: “Damn it, Drake! Every damn week! Say it right or I’ll curse you, muggle!”
Drake stares down at American Tommy and shakes her head. American Tommy sits in the middle of the ramp and shrugs at Drake who sighs and starts speaking again.
DRAKE: ”Ladies and Gentlemen, get on your feet for the grand wizard of them all. Standing at five feet, eleven inches with a penis much larger than that! Hailing from Hogwarts, USA! HARRY PPOOTTTTEERR!!!”
American Tommy jumps up in glee, clapping his hands. He throws the microphone back to the stagehand and motions for his music to play again as he starts heading to the ring again. Reaching the wring he slides in with the grace of a baby learning to walk. He climbs up on the turnbuckle he raises his wand to the crowd as they do the same to him. Jawing with someone at ringside he hops off the turnbuckle and places his trusty wand underneath it.
The heavy opening guitar riff from “Out of My Mind” by Mushroomhead hits over the speakers as a slight fog grows around the curtain and Bryan Laughlin emerges walking slowly and stopping in the middle of the stage he pops the collar on his black denim vest allowing the strobe lights that are methodically flashing to the bass thump in the music drown him in mystery.
“Judge me for what I am
The passage of death
You don’t play, you don’t win
You change nothing
You gain nothing
Everybody’s out from here on in”

DRAKE: ”Coming to the ring Los Angeles, California by way of Cleveland, Ohio! Weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall, this IS, BRYAN LLAAUUGGHHLLIINN!!!”
As he reaches the apron of the ring he turns to put his back on the apron and stare back at the entrance ramp that he had just walked down. Throwing his hands up in the air as the chorus hits and the lights simultaneously travel to him in a spot light that he basks in with his eyes closed he then smiles before sliding into the ring on his stomach and makes eye contact with the nearest camera for a bit longer than most would before hopping to his feet and duplicating what he did outside on the apron by leaning against the ropes.
TAYLOR: ”Two down, one more to go!”
CAMPBELL: ”So far Christian Jones and Vossler have been able to remain in the tournament. Who will be the third to hang on for another round after coming up short two weeks ago?”
LAWSON: ”Your guess is as good as mine. There’s really no one that stands out in particular with the four going into this match. They both put in a great effort two weeks ago and I could see this thing literally going either way.”
TAYLOR: ”I can at least narrow it down to three of the four. I’ll be honest with you. I wasn’t that impressed with Christian Cain in his 4CW debut.”
LAWSON: ”You’re entitled to your opinion.”

Beginning of the Match: Thinking alike, everyone in the ring heads straight for Cain at the sound of the bell. Getting to him first, Grace hits him with a series of chops across the chest before locking onto his wrist and whipping him straight into Tommy’s arms. Lifting Cain into the air, Tommy then slams him back down with an atomic drop, forcing Cain’s body to stiffen as it straightens out. Taking back steps backwards, Cain bumps into Laughlin who stands behind him. Wrapping his arm around Cain’s throat, Laughlin applies a sleeper hold and as he begins choking the life out of him, Laughlin then lifts him off his feet and throws him to the canvas with a sleeper hold! Rolling over to his back, Cain looks up at the lights until a shadow is cast over his body. From above, Grace comes down onto his with a knee drop to the face, squashing his head against the canvas. As Grace rolls off of Cain in a fluid motion, Tommy races in next, sliding to the mat feet first and planting both into the side of Cain’s head! Tommy then goes for the pin but before the official can get to two, Laughlin grabs ahold of his foot and pulls him off, breaking up the officials count. Instead of attacking Tommy, Laughlin turns his attention back to Cain, Leaping forward and into the air before coming down onto Cain’s chest with a double foot stomp.
LAWSON: ”Damn! Everyone is ganging up on Cain in this one.”
TAYLOR: ”It’s just like a regular day on social media with 4CW, isn’t it?”
CAMPBELL: ”Heh, I see what you did there. Funny but not necessarily true.”
LAWSON: ”From the start of the match, all three have focused all of their efforts on Christian. The only time they even bothered with someone else was when Laughlin pulled Tommy away from that pin attempt.”
Middle of the Match: As if the three made a pact before the match even began, Cain appears to be the common target between the three. Pulling Cain up to his feet, Grace holds him up in the center of the ring before Tommy changes things up and attacks her from behind with stiff strike to the back of the head. The punch brings stars to her vision as she releases Cain. Ducking down, Tommy places his head between her legs from behind before standing up and lifting her up onto his shoulders. Turning in the opposite direction of Cain, Tommy then slams Grace down face first to the mat with an electric chair facebuster! As he pushes himself up to one knee, Laughlin catches him off guard with a jumping double knee to the face, knocking him flat on his back. Crawling over Grace, Laughlin goes for the pin and just before the three, Tommy manages to pull him off of Grace, saving the match. Back to his feet, Laughlin grabs onto Tommy and pulls him up before dragging him across the ring and throwing him into the corner. Kicking his foot up and aiming for Tommy’s stomach, Bryan’s foot is caught just before contact. Tommy then spins Laughlin’s leg and body around but turning a full revolution, Laughlin comes back with a kick to Tommy’s face, this time with the momentum from the turn behind it packing even more of a punch.
TAYLOR: ”I’m just glad to see that everyone has stopped ganging up on Cain like he’s the one who ripped off an entire website.”
LAWSON: ”It was three on one at the start but now this match is really coming to fruition as it’s every man, and woman, for themselves.”
TAYLOR: ”This is a do or die situation for these four. With a loss here, they can kiss away all hopes of becoming the first ever 4CW Octane Champion.”
CAMPBELL: ”We’ve already seen two others pull out all of the stops to get what they want. Who will be the next in this one?”
End of the Match: In the corner, both Grace and Laughlin work together as the two do a number on Tommy. Beating him as if he owed them both money, Laughlin and Grace hold nothing back as they take turned, hitting him one after the other over and over. Back to his feet, for once, Cain doesn’t have someone’s fist in his mouth. Sneaking in behind the assault on Tommy, Cain waits for the opportune moment before striking. Catching a glimpse of Cain in the corner of his eye, Tommy screams to the heavens before extending both arms and separating both Laughlin and Grace. Pushing them aside, Tommy then lunges forward and punches Cain in the throat, cutting off his air flow. Laughlin and Grace then join by the arms and rush forward, leveling Cain with a double clothesline. Climbing the corner, Tommy stands tall above the entire ring. He’s then taken off his feet as Grace hits the ropes beside him. Tommy drops to a seated position on the top of the corner with a leg on each side, landing on his crotch! Leaping forward, Grace goes for a bulldog to Laughlin but as her arm touches his head, he manages to slip out, leaving her empty handed as she crashes to the mat. As she pushes herself back up, she then whips around only to get laid out as Laughlin hits her in the chops with a superkick! Laughlin then turns around and charges the corner, kicking his foot high into the air and planting it underneath Tommy’s chin with another superkick, knocking him down from the top and onto the apron. Turning back to the center slowly, a smile then comes to his face as he looks ahead at Cain pushing himself up to both knee. Rushing in, Laughlin then wipes him out with a third superkick!
TAYLOR: ”Jesus! Three back to back to back Superkek’s!”
CAMPBELL: ”This one’s as good as over!”
Dropping down to his knees, Laughlin then makes the cover over Cain as the official begins the count.

LAWSON: ”There’s our third!”
CAMPBELL: ”After a rough start to the tournament two weeks ago, Bryan Laughlin remains in it with a win here tonight.”
TAYLOR: ”You either go big or you go home and he went big right there finishing off all three people in the ring with him.”
“Out Of My Mind” hits the speakers as Laughlin slowly rises to his feet. Stepping in beside him, the official then raises his arm into the air as the official announcement follows.
DRAKE: ”Here is your winner, BRYAN LLAAUUGGHHLLIINN!!!”

RUSSEY: ”So… You decided to come…”

The cameras are in the back once again. The see Dex Ruseey dressed in his street clothes after his hard-fought match with Kaelan Quinn earlier this evening. He stands adjacent to Daniel Corvin, and both men are holding a piece of paper in their hands…

CORVIN: ”How’d you get yours?”

RUSSEY: ”Stole it from HR… Perry is dumb… Was going to put white out on it to make it say that I get paid a million every show… How’d you get yours?”

CORVIN: ”Don’t worry about it… Let’s just do this…”

RUSSEY: ”Alright… Let’s go over the rules… One round… Winner owns the other’s contract with this company… Now… are you ready?”

Daniel nods and both men place their contracts on a small end table separating the both of them. It’s like an old west show down as both men start cracking their knuckles… A bread of sweat drops down Corvin’s forehead. But Dex is staying there cooly like an iceman…

RUSSEY: ”Let’s do this! DRAW!”






A small grin is on Dex’s face. The camera pans out to see his scissors cutting the paper of Daniel Corvin. Corbin look as if he’s seen a ghost as Dex reaches over and collects both his and and Daniel’s contracts…

Corvin looks almost as if he’s going to tear up and cry as he staggers back in fear of Dex.

RUSSEY: ”I told you all I’m going to get rid of the dead weight on Octane… Plus this town ain’t big enough for the two of us partner…”

Dex pulls out his red lighter. He holds it under Daniel’s contract for a second before flicking the lighter on. The flames quickly take to the paper and Dex tosses it into a trash can right beside him.

RUSSEY: ”Daniel Corvin… Your services in Octane and in Four-Cee-Dub… They are no longer needed. You have been voted off the island. You are NOT the father. You are the weakest link goodbye… And all the other t.v. show references I can’t think about right now…”

Daniel is still as a statue as he looks at the flames feeding on his contract in the trash can. Dec collects his and walks past Corvin, giving him a small pat on the shoulder before walking away.


DRAKE: ”Ladies and gentlemen, the following main event is scheduled for one fall!”
The Loud and Melodic guitar chords of “Lake of Fire” by Nirvana strum out throughout the arena. After a few moments Jeb Fisher pushes his way out through the black curtains, a shark like smile on his face – he violently shakes his head. Slapping himself in the side of the skull a few times before turning his attention to Bob Fisher who was hobbling his way out of the back. Bob was shouting off random shit talking and hyping up his boy Jeb. Jeb’s tongue flicks out of his mouth before he sets his sights on the arena pointing to it and marching down the ramp.
As Jeb makes it down to the ring he stops, waiting for Bob to walk up the steels steps and enter through the middle rope. Bob then does the unthinkable and snatches the microphone away from powers. He stands in the middle of the ring and gets a sickening grin on his face before putting the microphone up to his lips.
Bob throws down the microphone and Jeb jumps up onto the ring apron before quickly going in through the middle rope. He bounces around the ring a few times stretching out his muscles and punching himself in the face with what seem to be vicious blows. Jeb then lets out a manacle, yet full of himself laugh followed by him beating on his chest. Bob smirks to himself as Jeb gets comfortable in his corner.
The red and white colors of the lighting flash to the heavy hip-hop beats of Nicki Minaj and Lil Wayne’s single “Changed It”, signaling the arrival of the infamous Immaculate One. As if on cue, the fans roar with boos and jeers, although their attempts at provoking the woman would be futile. Soon, a lone red light shines down on the center of the stage and Caroline O’Hara Burchill would walk out to stand within it. Like hail relentlessly raping against a window, the volume of the booing would reach an intense peak. The signature smug smile of Caroline would be present and she’d slowly spin around, almost as if taking pleasure in the immense hatred being presented for her. She laughs and makes her way down the ramp, hardly acknowledging any of the insolent fans.
DRAKE: ”Hailing from Sydney, Australia, she is ‘The Immaculate One’… CAROLINE O’HARA BBUURRCCHHIILL!!!”
As she reaches the ring, she looks at her surrounding. The hostile environment was nothing to her and she simply continued on with her egotistical swagger, climbing up onto the apron and entering the ring through the middle ropes. She scales the turnbuckle, looking around as she sees the fans showing great disdain towards her. She then smiles as the fans boo, climbing down and resting in the corner as she waits for the match to get underway.
“Rock Box” by Run DMC begins to play as the crowd begins to cheer. At the top of the stage Chanson Webster stands holding his name initials with his hands before changing it into nine fingers. He walks back and forth with his skateboard in hand getting the crowd hyped before he holds his skateboard up and taps his chest three times.
Dropping the skateboard Chanson steps on top while taking his hood from over his head. He stands there for a moment looking around at the crowd before a smile creeps up to his lips. Nodding his head he begins to slowly skate down the ramp while holding his hand out to the crowd.
DRAKE: ”Making his way to the ring at this time… CHANSON WWEEBBSSTTEERR!!!”
The crowd continues to cheer as Chanson gets closer to the ring. He stops and signs a few autographs before bending backwards over the guardrail and taking one big selfie with the crowd. Hitting send on the phone he passes it back and salutes toward the crowd. He kicks his skateboard from under his feet before making his way to the steel steps where he takes his hoodie off showing his championship belt around his waist, tapping it and throwing his hoodie into the crowd. He steps up the steel steps and takes a bow before he steps in the ring.
Chanson taps his chest once more before pointing towards the sky. He begins to jog around the ring clapping his hands before stepping up on the turnbuckle where he continues to clap his hand. He steps down from the turnbuckle and sets up in a turnbuckle where he stretches a bit awaiting the bell.
Lights in blue bathe the crowd, interspersed with white flashes as chanting fills the air and feminine silhouettes dance gracefully, ominously in the flashes of light to the opening strains of “Silence” by Delirium featuring Sarah McLachlan.
“Give me release… Witness me…
I am outside… Give me peace…”

More musical interlude as the crowd murmurs in cobalt immersed anticipation.
“Heaven holds a sense of wonder… and I wanted to believe
That I’d get caught up… when the rage in me subsides”

Amid the dancing shadows and flashes of light, a petite figure stands in the entranceway drawing mixed reaction from those still unsure what to make of her.
DRAKE: ”On her way to the ring- she hails from Atlantic City, NJ. Weighing in at one hundred twenty-two pounds, she is… AMIRAI ‘SOLITAIRE’ RREEIILLLLEEYY!!!”
Amirai sweeps her full length jacket to one side theatrically as she finally makes her way towards the ring staying central to the ramp and out of range of waving hands.
“In this white wave
I am sinking… in this silence
In this white wave… in this silence
I believe”

Straining vocals prelude Amirai sliding beneath the bottom rope and her casual saunter leads her across the canvas and to the furthest corner where she scales up to the second turnbuckle, gazing out across the crowd without much further flourish than another sweeping motion of the bottom of her jacket.
CAMPBELL: ”It’s been one wild night thus far ladies and gentlemen, but it’s time for our main event!”
LAWSON: ”We have three people advance in the tournament earlier – all with one loss to their name. This next match will feature four who won their matches last week.”
TAYLOR: ”After tonight there will only be one person left in the tournament without a loss beside their name.”
LAWSON: ”Luckily for the three who do no walk away with a win tonight, they will still be alive in the tournament after only taken one loss resulting from tonight.”
TAYLOR: ”Who will be the one to prevail?”
CAMPBELL: ”That’s a really good question. Just two weeks ago these four wrestlers impressed us all in the first episode of Octane. They all want to be the face of the brand. I think a better question is this. Who wants to be the first name people think of when Octane is mentioned?”
TAYLOR: ”That’s really what this all comes down to. The winner of this entire tournament will be the first person to hold the one belt that represents Octane. There’s a lot riding on the line.”
LAWSON: ”The roster for Octane filled quickly as soon as the brand was announced. From top to bottom, 4CW has another show to its name filled with some of the best competition out there. Some of these people may be new to the business or finally just breaking out, but if you can make it here in 4CW then you can make it anywhere.”
CAMPBELL: ”The brand needs a face – a leader to lead the locker room. Who will that person be?”
LAWSON: ”Adrenaline has its locker room leader with Jett Wilder. I’m very intrigued to see who takes that role here on Octane.”

Beginning of the Match: Four people, all with the same goal in mind – leaving Octane tonight with another win under their belt and a trip to the pay-per-view as the first person listed to compete in the final round for the championship. Webster, a crowd favorite, took lead from the start as the crowd stood behind him. Squaring up Jeb, Webster faked as if shooting in, only to step back and use his planted leg for leverage as he leaped forward with a backflip, planting his foot underneath Jeb’s chin with a kick as his feet circled overhead. At that very moment, the entire arena roared at Webster’s display of athleticism. In a fluid motion, he landed back to his feet as Jeb stumbled backwards, crashing into Amirai and Caroline locked up not far from the ropes.
After splitting the two ladies using Tommy to do so, Chanson then went to work, striking each of the three and separating them. With Caroline cornered and away from the other two, Webster gave her his full attention with a series of kicks and punches. Lifting her off her feet, he then threw her down to her back with a scoop slam in front of the corner. Leaping over her body, he climbed to the top of the corner before leaping off with a backflip and landing across her body in moonsault fashion. Hooking her leg, Chanson went to end it quickly but the officials count came to an abrupt stop as Amirai broke up the count.
Attacking Amirai from behind, Jeb hit her with back to back clubs to the back of the head. Spinning her around, he then drove his knee into her stomach before pulling her head between his legs. Lifting her off her feet and as high into the air as he could, Jeb launched her over the two bodies beneath them and back first into the corner with a powerbomb. Lifting Chanson up from the mat, Jeb threw him backwards across the ring before turning his attention to Caroline and with a fist drop straight to the face. Rolling her over to her stomach, he then pressed Caroline’s face against the mat before dragging it back and forth. Showing his dominance early on, Jeb fought against the odds but held his own again not one, not two, but three other individuals at the same time!
CAMPBELL: ”Jeb may be inexperienced, but damn that boy can throw some hands!”
TAYLOR: ”He’s a violent man and it’s showing right now. Taking on three other people at the same time and holding his own with ease.”
LAWSON: ”He’s a product of the system. He may not be experienced in the ring, but he’s definitely no stranger to defending himself inside of a cage. This ring may not be a cage but it has four sides and enclosed around him – much like a prison cell.”
CAMPBELL: ”That doesn’t even make sense!”
TAYLOR: ”The man is used to fighting against the numbers to survive… I guess.”
Middle of the Match: For minutes, Jeb held his own against the other three. As if on top of the world, he felt untouchable, and his father on the outside cheering him on only boosted his confidence even further. Eventually, the numbers caught up to him as Jeb found himself cornered with all three surrounding him. Fighting for his life, he couldn’t fend them off. As he would lash out at one, two others would hit him from the sides, slowly but surely wearing him down. Taking charge, Caroline finally put him to rest momentarily with a step-up enzuigiri that slowed his entire body. As Jeb fell back into the corner, he bounced off and head first into Amirai’s arm as she clutched it around his head before driving it hard into the canvas with a DDT.
Turning against each other, Caroline and Webster found themselves across the ring in an exchange of strikes. Countering a punch to the head, Webster latched onto her arm, kicking her away but then pulling her back into a short-arm clothesline. Pulling her back to her feet, Webster then laid her back to the mat with a sit-out powerbomb, transitioning it into a pin as the official raced over for the count. After two slaps against the mat, the officials hand came within inches of it for a third before Amirai sweeped in and broke up the pinfall with a double axe-handle across Webster’s back.
Our next series of event would feature Amirai and Webster. After breaking up two pinfall attempts by him, Amirai had finally grabbed Webster’s full attention. Connecting with a standing kick to the dome, Amirai rocked his bell before following up with a swift kick to the ribs with her other leg. Going for the kill shot, Amirai aimed for the head once more but as her foot closed in, Webster ducked underneath and counted with an elbow shot to the stomach. Popping back up, Webster then spun around before connecting with a spinning heel kick that send Amirai falling straight back into the nearby corner.
With his father screaming at him from the outside with what could be called words of encouragement (or not), Jeb quickly got back into the action as he raced in behind Webster and hit him in the back with a running shoulder block. Stumbling forward, Webster crashed into Amirai, sandwiching her against the corner. Amirai fights to get free, pushing Webster away and sending him backwards into Jeb’s arms. Wrapping both arms around Webster’s waist, Jeb uses all of his strength to lift him into the air before slamming him into the canvas with an Everest German suplex, bridging it for the pin.

Driving her foot into the back of Jeb’s head, Caroline broke up the count as Jeb’s body rolled off of Webster. Looking up, she then caught Amirai charging towards her. Kicking her foot up, she planted it into Amirai’s stomach, bringing her to a halt as she buckled over. Wrapping her arm around Amirai’s head, Caroline then planted it into the mat with a snap DDT! With the other three wrestlers down, Caroline showed her true talents, carrying the match for minute on.
LAWSON: ”With the way these four are going at it, you’d think this match was actually for the Octane Championship.”
TAYLOR: ”It might as well be! The winner will advance to the championship match at the pay-per-view.”
CAMPBELL: ”These four have definitely shown that they want what’s at the end of the line. Now it’s just a matter of who wants it more and is willing do whatever it takes to earn that spot in the championship match.”
LAWSON: ”At least for the three who don’t win tonight, they’ll get a change of pace in two weeks as the tournament transitions into one on one competition.”
End of the Match: Broken into pairs, two and two fought across from each other on opposite sides of the ring. With vicious rights, Jeb pounded into Caroline, keeping the smaller woman trapped against the ropes with nowhere to go. Pulling her in closely, he positioned himself beside her before taking her face first to the mat with a reverse Russian leg sweep. Across from them, Webster lifted Amirai into the air, holding her upside down before falling back and dropping her with a stalling suplex. Back on his feet, he waited patiently as Amirai begin pulling herself up with the ropes. As she stood, she backed away from the ropes and at that time, Chanson jumped up onto the ropes in front of her. Springboarding off, he spun his body around and went to kick her head off with a Flying Chuck, only to miss as she ducked underneath his passing foot. As Webster’s feet touched the mat, Amirai then spun him around and dropped him instantly with a jawbreaker.
Across the ring, Jeb kicks and stomps down onto Caroline before pulling her up to her feet. Pressing her against the ropes, Jeb holds her there as his father, Bob, climbs up to the apron. Standing behind Caroline, Bob locks onto her arms, holding her in place as Jeb releases her and takes a step back. Kicking and screaming, Caroline tries to break away from Bob but gets nowhere, causing Jeb to laugh at the sight. He then backs up a few more steps before dragging his right foot across the mat like a bull. Charging in, Jeb swings for Caroline’s head with a running forearm smash. At the last possible split second, Caroline slips away from Bob and ducks down as she steps to the side, leaving a direct path for Jeb to smash his forearm into Bob’s face, sending the old man flying off the apron. On the other side, Webster finds himself in an unfortunate position as Amirai locks him in the Gogoplata, or as she calls it – her Cubic Zirconia! As Amirai cranks down on Webster, Jeb sontinues to stare to the outside in concern for his father. Behind him, Caroline jumps up onto his shoulders, wrapping both legs around his head. Flipping backwards, she drives Jeb’s head into the canvas with a poisoned Frankensteiner!
CAMPBELL: ”Impending Overthrow!”
LAWSON: ”Caroline just leveled Jeb with that reverse Frankensteiner!”
TAYLOR: ”She better act quickly because Amirai could force Chanson to tap out at any moment now!”
As Amirai cranks down on Webster, Caroline quickly covers Jeb for the pin as the official slides in beside them with the count.

Fighting to break free, Webster just can’t seem to make any progress.

Refusing to give up, he continues his fight but all for nothing as the officials hand slaps the canvas across from them.

Webster then begins slapping the mat, but only a split second too late for Amirai as Caroline has picked up the victory.
LAWSON: ”Caroline wins it! She’s advancing to the championship match!”
TAYLOR: ”If she would have covered Jeb a second later this match could very well be Amirai’s.”
CAMPBELL: ”it was definitely a close one but in the end, Caroline will contend for the Octane Championship at our first Octane pay-per-view.”
“Changed It” hits the speakers as Caroline slowly rises to her feet. As the official steps in beside her, Amirai releases her hold on Chanson as she pops up to both knees and looks across the ring in disappointment. Grabbing onto Caroline’s arm, the official then raises it into the air, declaring her the victor.

Glancing across the ring with a smirk, Caroline eyes Amirai.
CAMPBELL: ”So there you have it. The second episode of Octane is officially in the books.”
LAWSON: ”We have our first contender named for the Octane Championship. Six others will advance to round three where only three will walk away with hope.”
TAYLOR: ”This tournament is really starting to shape up. Everyone going to round three has a loss under their belts. I expect to see the level of competition rise where you must win out if you want to face Caroline for the strap.”
LAWSON: ”We don’t have long to wait. Our next show will be the week following Ante Up when things get kicked into overdrive.”
CAMPBELL: ”That’s all the time we have for tonight ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for joining us tonight.”
TAYLOR: ”Be sure to join us next time – same place, same channel! Good night everyone!”
CAMBELL: ”Good night!”
LAWSON: ”Good night!”
Staring at one another from across the ring, Caroline and Amirai keep their eyes locked onto the others. Pulling her arm away from the official, Caroline then extends them out to her sides, shrugging her shoulders as the show slowly comes to an end.